As part of this business, I proudly do many fundraising sales. After reading the minutes from a parent council meeting I was emailed a few months back, I was interested to find out that my son's high school was looking for new ways to raise money to cover shortfalls in their budget. I quickly called the president of the council and offered to sell items at the school's spring music concert, and promised to donate 20% of sales back to them. This I do for any cause, whether it be for a school or charity of any kind. CALL ME, I CAN HELP!!
After she got over the shock that someone actually read the minutes, she invited me to attend the next council meeting to discuss the possibility of my serving at the concert in this capacity. Great! When I told my son about my plans, and that I was going to the meeting to feel it out, his face went whiter than his T-shirt. "Don't tell them your name, or who your kid is".
I couldn't quite grasp why he was freaking out as a) its a PARENT council meeting, how much of the staff would actually be there b) of the few staff members there, what are the odds that they would be any of his current teachers, and c) would they really use this time to have a mini parent-teacher interview? OR, was he just plain embarrassed of me and/or the nature of my attendance that night?
I surmised that is was a combined worry that his teachers would bad mouth him to me, thus getting him into trouble, and embarrassment about my possibly selling goods around people he actually KNOWS.
When the meeting was done (and it went well), Steven asked me a little shakily what was said. There was a grand total of four members of staff there. The principal, one of the veeps, and two teachers, neither of whom had Steven in their classes ever. The principal and VP did want to know which student I was the mother of, as I am sure they didn't want any rogue vendors on the premises, and I have to admit, I was a little nervous wondering what they could possibly say that would make him worry so much. They both knew of my son and had good things to say, and not fake-like either.
Steven breathed a little sigh of relief, and I didn't press the matter. I also did not want to tell him that the sale was probably a go, and in fact it all still needed to be confirmed at the time anyway. Let's just say I gave some thought as to how I was going to break it to him once I did get the A-OK.
I did it at a family gathering in front of my whole family. It was kind of fun watching him try to control his reaction, and, then, someone started talking about something else (bless them) getting us all onto safer ground. This breaking of "bad news" technique is a winner, and I gather that it works well with husbands too, especially if they have had at least one drink, not that I would EVER try THAT!
By the time the sale took place, my son had made his peace with it all. I still don't get why it was such an embarrassment for him in the first place. I guess school and parents just don't mix well in a teenager's mind, even though I am MUCH cooler than most of the parents of course. Because he left the auditorium after his group's performance, he missed the announcement at the end by the MC directing people to my table, run by "the mother of Steven Wolwyn, a Grade 11 student here". He didn't hear it, and my silent prayers went up in thanks.